I didn't see Becca for about a week after that night at the bookstore. I also cut back on texting her. It seemed like she was falling for me and that wasn't a good idea for either of us. She was going to be going to university in the fall and meeting a bunch of new people. There was a good chance she'd meet lots of new guys there and fall for somebody new. I...
Lindy couldn't take her eyes off the child who was being introduced to a picture book in the bookstore front of her two-bedroom shotgun house in tiny Wallace, Kansas. Wallace was in "nowhere land" twenty-five flat and nearly tree-less miles east of the Colorado state line just off Interstate 40. She had no idea how old the little girl was. Lindy, twenty-four...
I love the bookstore. I love going there, and spending hours at a time. The bookstore that I normally frequent was put out of business when a corporate store moved in and swallowed them up. I grudgingly took my business to the new larger establishment, and eventually felt at home. There were a large number of chairs, couches, and a coffee bar to get a refres...
Chapter 59 -- The Slower the Better Tina was on summer break and thus back in town for a few weeks, and so we had done a titillating role-play the previous week. I had taped her shop-lifting at the supermarket and then blackmailed her to go to a hotel with me, where we had fucked profusely and peed on each other. She had pretended to be naive and inexperien...
It was a warm but rainy summer day. Missy was standing by the front window pondering as to what to do for the day. Her intentions were to weed the flower gardens, but since it was raining, weeding was not an option. As she looked out the window, she began to think about the past few months, there were rough. She had a loss in her family, moved on her own and...
I love dressing up like a she male slut and going into an adult bookstore with movie booths. A lot of them have holes in the wall where you can watch and be watched. I love lifting my short leather mini skirt up and letting men see my cock pushing up against my black leather g-string panties. Sometimes the holes are big enough that I can back my ass up aga...
When I came upstairs to the bedroom, Lisa was still awake, in bed reading. She put her book down as soon as I appeared in the doorway. "How did it go? Tell me about it." I couldn't help smiling, grinning even. I'd done it and everything was okay. We'd beaten the odds and proven it was possible to live this way. I walked over to the bed without saying anyth...
On my knees on the vinyl floor, the metal choke chain around my neck, one end of the chain under the pointed toe of her fuck-me heels, keeping me bent over so that my pantied ass is sticking up into the air. The sound of her crop slapping against my silky undies punctuating the mean things she says to me in a bored voice. "Real men don't wear girly panties...
"A truly great library contains something in it to offend everyone." - Jo Godwin I have always had a love of books. Old Books, besides their wonderful texture and smell, take you on journeys, lay bare the inner thoughts of great minds, entertain you with wit and satire, reveal to you the exploits of famous explorers, chronicle the rise and fall of great me...
Fantasies Of One Woman Part 3 Another one of my fantasies incorporates me working in some sort of a pornographic bookstore that has dancing girls who will dance for a man or woman in a booth with just a pane of glass between them. The idea of even working in a place like that is very arousing because normally I would never do any such thing or even think ab...